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I met my park friends this morning while walking the dogs; it’s been a while because I’ve been walking later than usual but now am getting back to my early rise with the help of the higher dose of meds. I learned the black swan died – agh – I just ached when my friend told me. But the park has replaced Mr. Smooth with two young black swans and there they all were –…
When I lived in San Francisco, I lived around some incredibly talented people. Above me were artists, Kim Frohsin and Randy Sexton. Below me was the drummer from Translator and inside my apartment was a talented architect. That’s not to mention the talented friends who graced my life during this period. Since returning to New Orleans where the talent to costume, entertain, or make music just drips out of the ether, I’ve find myself in…
I woke early this morning for another blood letting – one more time to check my levels and see how my meds are working. Now that my dose is .050 rather than .025, I’d say they are working pretty damn well compared to before. But I might need to go a little higher, we’ll see. I waltzed into the lab boldly, as I have done this three times in as many weeks and felt confident…
With T1 and T2 as my family – it was bound to happen that the T on my keyboard has given way to weight from my fingers and now just remains depressed.
Viruses are weird things. A friend of mine’s son just had one and wound up in a wheelchair. My ex mother-in-law had one that passed through her heart – luckily the doctor was familiar and knew it wasn’t a heart attack even though it looked like one. My virus lasted 48 hours and kicked my butt. Literally. I spent yesterday immersed in work with blinders on because I wasn’t sure if I was going to…
I went to a birthday party on Saturday afternoon and from then till Sunday afternoon I felt like someone had slipped me a mickey – turned into a roaring fever by 5 on Sunday and I went to bed with chills and shakes and felt my body incinerating whatever had gotten into it that it was trying to rid itself of – twelve hours of sleep later, I emerged, shaken, not stirred.
Tin’s godfather came over today and of course, Tin was thrilled to see him. Of all the adults Tin will meet in his life, it’s good that his godfather knows what it’s like to be a little brown boy adopted into a white family. You wish these trappings (race, gender) weren’t lines of demarcation, but they are. Happy (god)father’s day!
I woke this morning to an email from a friend who sent me some links to The Happiness Project – mostly on the topic of paradox. Interestingly enough, I dashed over to the Zen center to meditate and arrived to learn there was a visiting speaker and guess what he was speaking about – you guessed it – paradox. Since paradox just so happens to be at the forefront of what I’ve been thinking lately…
I learned that a pony and a horse or two different breeds. What goes on? I thought a pony was a baby horse, but turns out a pony is a small breed of horse and a foal (of course) is a baby horse. Shows what little I know. I mean I SHOULD have known that. We were at a pony birthday party yesterday and Tin really got in the groove riding those ponies, but he…
I was at Zumba on Saturday morning and a woman walked up to me and said that I look beautiful (with my bald head). At Rouses, the young cashier said, “You are so beautiful.” Seeings how this wasn’t happening when I had my beloved hair, maybe bald is the new black.